Haunted by recurring
nightmares of doom, Savannah Alexander learns that the future and past are
irrevocably linked. Will she be able to save herself and the man she has grown
to love from the horrors that await her back in time... on the lost continent
of Atlantis?

In matters of love, Tom
Patterson has been hurt before. But when overwhelming coincidences bring
Savannah back into his life, can he put aside his prejudices and act upon faith
to protect the woman he loves?

Scene Set-Up:

A series
of “coincidences” brings childhood friends Savannah and Tom back to her
grandmother’s house in a small town. Neither of them recognize each other.
Savannah (S.E.) meets Tom’s daughter, Wendy, and invites them to have dinner
with her at her grandmother’s house.

Excerpt:

Something was happening to
Tom. Something he didn’t understand. Maybe it was the domestic routine or
perhaps the homey atmosphere. He’d wanted to find those things when he’d
married seven years ago, but marital bliss had eluded him.

He ran his hand through his
hair. That failure was in the past. Tonight, his bizarre frame of mind was due
to S.E. He agreed with his daughter; the initials didn’t do the woman justice.
She was beauty personified, looking cool and luscious in a silk designer blouse
and sexy crepe slacks.

Standing in back of her as
she efficiently handwashed the dishes, he fought an urge to spin her around and
kiss the living daylights out of her.

Madness! What the devil was
wrong with him?

To prevent his hands from
wandering over her tempting body, he jammed them into his pockets. “This
morning, who would’ve guessed Wendy and I would be here in East Prairie
tonight, having supper in this house, with a beautiful stranger?”

He hadn’t intended to
mention the word beautiful but it just slipped out. Holding his breath, he
waited for S.E.’s reaction.

It was slow in coming. She
finished rinsing off the dishes, then dried her hands on a towel. “If that’s a
compliment, Dr. Patterson, I thank you.”

Their gazes held. This time,
when he lowered his voice, it was to convey his desire. “No, I thank you.”

Her lips parted. It was a
sign; she wanted him, too. At least he hoped that was so. He closed the scant
distance between them and placed his hands on her shoulders. Dear Lord, the
merest touch of her made his head reel. He leaned closer. “S.E., I--”